Gwangju Pier was nearing noon, and the sunlight was scorching hot.
"Who knows what the next event will be?"
Li Yintong hooked her collar with her right index finger, fanning it non-stop, hoping to funnel in some breeze.
It was too hot.
"Who cares what it is? Let the water come and we'll build a dike, let the soldiers come and we'll block them. As long as God Lin is here, victory is certain!"
Quan Sangin was not brown-nosing, but sincerely praising.
Looking around at the contestants, most of them were listless, with lifeless eyes. Considering anyone who had run a marathon and then vomited and suffered diarrhea, it made sense they couldn't hold up without a few days' rest.
Quan Sangin counted and found only about ten people unaffected.
Amongst them, almost half belonged to Lin Baici's team. The rest simply had the good luck of choosing vegetable juice.
"Why did the organizers tell us to come too?"
Hua Yue Yu couldn't understand it.
